Depression
I don’t run after things these days.
It’s that foggy, broken feeling.
Depression is…
Something that is free.
As free as footprints on cement.
We don’t plan these things.
I don’t know why they towed my car.
I don’t think I own a car, anyway…
I don’t think I know how I got here.
It takes 4 hours and 23 minutes to get home.
So there’s not much time.
For horrible things.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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